She doesn't answer immediately, instead letting his charged words to hang in the air between them. His frustration, she things, doesn't feel as if it's directed at her, exactly, but instead at himself. Anger doesn't originate from nothing.

"It does," Rem keeps her voice quiet, placating. In her experience, people don't do everything they can, including throwing friends away, for a goal without caring. They have to care, because something like duty is not enough to drive them to it. There's fear involved. Desperation. Loss. Not excuses, but understanding. It's a twisted reality she's seen, lived, and died through, herself.

But maybe she's misinterpreting something, and so she lowers her head. "It sounds as if you were willing to give up everything for--" She struggles. "...For your people, correct?"